One day I decided to make waffles. Since I'm a lazy, cheap teenager, I grabbed the box of Jiffy mix and the waffle iron and got to work. I was mega excited for these waffles, guys. I would equate it to a person who hasn't eaten in two days. I was that excited. So on the box there are all these options of how many waffles you want the mix to make. I didn't want many, so I chose the smallest option, which was 4. Four waffles. I would have two and leave the rest for someone else. So I started cooking my waffles! The anticipation was kind of crazy. I waited for the little light on the iron to turn on and I opened it and it was like heaven. There it was, waffle heaven. So I ate it. I actually kinda snarfed it down.. I imagine it wasn't very attractive..
So I kept on making my waffles. When I got to number 5, I knew something wasn't quite right. 5. I looked at the box. 4. But.. But I have 4 already and lots more mix!
I ended up with 9 waffles, coming to the conclusion that I am a wizard.
A waffle wizard.
Not a pancake wizard.
Because that has absolutely no alliteration. And pancakes are gross. Who came up with pancakes anyway? They don't even taste like cake.. Cake is good. Pancakes, not.
Whoever came up with waffles is kind of a super genius cause those things are dang good.
When I was in the third grade, my school started at 9, and I was a morning person, so I was up in plenty of time to get ready for school with time to spare. My mom, being awesome as she is, made me pancakes. Every morning before school I had apple cinnamon pancakes with maple syrup. And they were delightful.
Maybe that's why I don't like them anymore.
Or maybe it's just plain pancakes. Man, those are nasty. But plain waffles aren't.
Hence,
Waffles > pancakes.
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